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"Exactly. Isabella Dallas, and none other, killed your boy Maurice." Elinor laid down her brush impressively. "I no hear him say anytink about Obi," she replied; "but de spell; it say you marry dat man and no de yaller-ha'r." And from then on for hours and hours I was strapped to a torture wheel that turned and turned, minute after minute, as it ground spice and sugar and bridal meats and me relentlessly into a great suffering pulp. Could I ever in all my life have hungered for food and been able to get it past the lump in my throat that grew larger with the seconds? And if Alfred's pudding tasted of the salt of Dead Sea fruit this evening, it was from my surreptitious tears that dripped into it..